Meenas PoemsDancing to the tune
with an everlasting smile
she went about in a shine.
It was a bewitching style
a captivating bind
calling for an applause.
Agile in her movements
nimble in her footsteps
her nuances created a sensation
Received she an ovation
a standing one great
making her famous overnight.
It being a gay morning
with the birds joyfully chirping
the wind noiselessly whispering
the sun lazily rising
the donkeys constantly braying
the horses frequently galloping
the dogs randomly barking
the street vendors incessantly shouting
the children soundly sleeping
the women busily cooking
the men tenderly gardening
the day extensively stretching
with activities 
dramatically lessening
as it being a Sunday in the opening.
